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Oct 31, 2013

I decide to get a coffee before getting the number 19 tram to the hospital. I go to Mule cafe on Sydney Road as it is closest to the tram stop. The handsome barista is working. He stands at the till in a grey hoodie, chiselled jawline existing unnoticed by its owner. There is music…

Daily Poetry By Jess Knight

Oct 30, 2013

A pair of sky blue high top sneakers on my feet. It’s time for dinner. There is a raucous cheerful sound. My family gathers into the kitchen. I sneak away. I finally find you towel wrapped around your waist. Close the bedroom door behind me. Oh so so quietly. Sit on your bed. Unlace my…

Daily Poetry by Jess Knight

Oct 30, 2013

As she took some blood from my plump vein in my right arm. I showed her a photo on my phone. Of the straight spine that is not mine. At least not mine that is inside me all the time. This one has its own stand. It sits on my desk. 31 inches tall! ‘It…

Sweet Obsolete In An Age of Repeats Art Adventures With Jessica Knight

Oct 29, 2013

        There has been something brewing beneath the haze of that suffocating heat we all endured, throughout the first half of March.  Once the weather turned, once the sky darkened and the wind became the kind that chills your wet haired head. That intangible unspoken vibe of quixotic majesty, this thing was…

Top Arts- The Valley Of Unfinished Heavens

Oct 29, 2013

Top Arts- The Valley Of Unfinished Heavens Jessica Knight   It is the current exhibition of Top Arts recipients that threw me into such a time warp.  A trip that was incredibly cringe-worthy and touching.   ‘’If I do not make it into top arts I am giving up art.’’ I spoke these words of…

How To Procrastinate

Oct 29, 2013

I should have been working on my dream to become the perfect blended author. Instead I was walking the social media mind field in order to grasp at friendships that are incredibly bad for me.  I even struggled with the decision to make this first person or third person narrative. I mean wouldn’t it be…

Daily Poetry

Oct 29, 2013

25/october/ 2013 He stood in the kitchenette drinking a bottle of imported beer. Where do you want to be in five years? he asked. Yours, I want to belong to you. I did not say it. I said, less angsty. You stood in the kitchenette drinking a bottle of imported beer. Looking like a prom…

Hanging Out

Jun 27, 2013

It was a sunny day. A glorious autumn afternoon in a line of glorious long weekend afternoons.  A wonderful day to do laundry and dry it the eco friendly way. I could hear the sound of cheerful chattering float in to the house from the backyard, as I transferred my damp clothes from the washing…

When cute boys do sweet things

Jun 27, 2013

  Posted on 27 April 2013 While I was living in Manchester he sent it to me in the mail along with some stickers and a pair of 3d glasses. It was edition one of a nano fiction zine called Plastic Knife. I loved it and read it countless times. When I returned to Melbourne…